While doing my hair today, my hair dresser told me that he knew a must-see place in Guam where he went with a group of co-workers two years ago. According to his opinion, it was the only place that gave him a sense that he really was staying in the United States of America. What is it, then? Ta-da! It’s a “striptease”. (I’m terribly sorry for those who expected something much more decent.) He went to the only one striptease in Guam just out of curiosity, but once he stepped into the place he could fully enjoy the atmosphere of what he had imaged “America” was. There was a long pole in the middle of the stage, and lots of beautiful girls did pole-dancing around it with well-trained techniques. He highly praised how skillfully all the dancers did their performances and how fit and shaped their bodies were maintained. Then he and I talked about a certain rock band who released a promotional video featuring a striptease and its sexy female dancers. I soon understand that he enjoyed absorbing himself into the imaginary world that the band had created in the video. He didn’t fail to recommend me to go there to feast my eyes with those beautiful, gorgeous, sexy girls simple because it’s a good entertainment. Well, I understand that it’s a must-see and I’m kind of interested, but let me consider going there in my own discretion.